Yan Sheng Mansion.
Located on a huge floating island, there were ancient palaces and pavilions on it, and the rich qi in the sky gathered into the shape of scrolls, making the whole place look like a magnificent library.
Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan traveled by sword control, with incredible speed, they arrived here in a short while.
"Your Highness, the ancestors are already in the Main Hall, please come with me."
A disciple dressed in Confucian robes, who had been waiting for a long time at the entrance, spoke respectfully.
Passing through the palace corridor, Zhao Huai saw several familiar faces in the Main Hall, some he had met before, and some he hadn't.
In the center was a middle-aged man wearing a brown Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand.
He was the Eternal Taoist Temple Master of the Eternal Taoist Temple.
Upon seeing Zhao Huai's figure, a shallow smile appeared on his long bearded face as usual, and he exclaimed in a hearty voice:
"The Lord has arrived."